change of approach.

my continuing war against insomnia

I am starting to feel like an idiot. This never used to be an issue for me.



I don't look forward to having to drug myself...

HOLY SHIT ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL

I CANT BELIEVE I MADE IT I WOULD LIKE TO THANK MY HAIRSTYLIST WHICH IS ME AND MY PERSONAL ASSISTANT WHICH IS ALSO ME AND MY PARENTS AND THE INTERNET



but not you, God, for you have forsaken me.

stupid poop joke.

I got nothin'.

beware the lunch pancake.

absorber of delicious syrup, destroyer of motivation.

why we lovingly call it the Assvan.

Actually, these are only a few of the reasons.

drove to Eugene for a party.

2 hours' drive, lost three times, and it was just worth it. Not too wild, not too mellow, just the right amount of intoxication. Nice change of pace, always good to meet new people. I rate it a solid B+.

Here are two drunken sketches made while waiting for the pool table, of a guy nobody can remember seeing; I think I may have imagined him.

bathtub theology.

another wordy, introspective update... I sincerely hope this is not a trend for me.

my uncle: John Stamos' equal.

spent the day closing off loose ends on this project.

Here is a small part of it which I got permission to post here.



It is Ammit, the devourer of souls. This design is being used to make a plush toy; hopefully all of you will be able to order one in a few months. I've also been doing a few other small graphics as ornamentation (silkscreens and embroidery mostly) for a few pieces of clothing. They're coming out fantastic, and both me and my client have been pleasantly surprised by them.

I really do have a fun job; I look forward to someday learning how to make it profitable, and possibly a little less painful to perform.

this "journal" needs to get back to its roots.

this is what I do when I am supposed to be working

"but there's nothing to do!"

The Continuing Adventures of Mark Trail

This counts as three days, since I've been working on it since Thursday. As it turns out, Flash is very good for rapid sketches but terrible for any kind of accurate drawing. Next time I have an idea like this I will do it on paper and scan it in.



Actually, come to think of it, next time I have an idea like this maybe I should keep it to myself.

exciting action night of horrible danger

I made something for tonight, but I am still a little drunk so I will have to wait until tomorrow morning to decide whether it is worth posting.

Updated, 12:20 PM the following day:

Wow, this really absolutely isn't worth posting, and will probably get me into some kind of trouble later -- yet I can't bear to raise that number, up there at the top of the page. Here you are, read it at your own risk.



I should have a much better update for you tonight, stay tuned.

I'm having an animated day.

I tore a sock from dancing alone in my room.

nothing to report, so here's a few pictures of Dracula.

another real Internet conversation

Whenever I talk to strangers online, I've taken to imagining them as super-villains. It tends to make ordinary conversations seem more interesting.

i have neglected my blogging duties

dumber by the minute

This project just keeps dragging on and sapping my energy, so that the more I work the less I get done. My mom told me this morning that I look like a ghost.

so tired...

Drew Molly from a photo that was on the fridge... as usual, it looks nothing like her or the photo.

almost finished...

This is me waiting for Painter IX to render its layers, which it did for about five seconds following every single brushstroke until I figured out to just hide the ones that I'm not actively using.

I just painted for about 20 hours straight minus meals.

...and I'm still not done.

deep inside each of us, there's an OCD patient waiting to come out.

based on an actual Internet conversation

names and faces have been changed to protect the innocent.

now where could that darn national guard be?

I know I had them in 2003, but what did I do with them!